Skylar's Guardians

by Breanna Hayse

  “I will release as you do. Let yourself go,” Troy grunted, his movements more demanding and intensive. “I am growing even larger. How can this be?”

  “I like to be filled. All the way… all the waaaay!” she screamed out, flinging her head back as her body seized in rapturous pleasure. Troy growled, his juice spurting wildly into the back of her womb, washing her with its incredible sensation. It opened every cell for her to experience delight, exposed every nerve for pure, reckless bliss.

  His tools remained locked within her as Skylar slumped against his huge body, breathless and exhausted by the intensity of the shared moment. As she began to float back to reality, she realized that he still towered over her and that his giant form barely fit in the stall.

  “How the hell did you fit in here?” she asked groggily through the euphoria, nibbling under his chin with her tiny, white teeth.

  “There was some room in there for me. And in other parts as well,” Troy said huskily as his members slowly slipped from her body. The solution’s bubbles swirled around them as he lifted his hand to stroke her face. “The solution is causing your marks to fade. Did Tralec know this?”

  “I don’t think so. It just feels so incredible. I feel like I’m still coming,” Skylar said, turning around to press her back against his chest and feel his gigantic hands cup her breasts. “You feel so incredible.”

  “Our bodily fluids will prolong your pleasure for several hours. As for feeling incredible, I will never touch a biodrone again for pleasure.” Troy nibbled the base of her neck, and his fingers gently worried the tips of her nipples.

  “Will Tralec be upset that we… we did this?” Skylar asked with concern.

  “No, why would he? You are connected to both of us. You… own our bodies. I fear our need for you might cause you discomfort, though.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  “Because when one of us experiences pleasure, the other is stimulated as well. Tralec will awaken and desire you. The size that your body demanded of mine might leave you tender.”

  “That is a tenderness I happen to like. I would much rather experience that than the feel of your hand smacking my ass. Seriously, you two should reconsider that mindset and explore something else,” Skylar commented, leaning her head back against his shoulder.

  “I happen to enjoy the feel of my hand smacking your bottom. It excites me. We need to drain this unit and dry off. My flesh cannot take the cleansing for long.”

  Skylar stood before him, arms in the air as Troy dried every inch of her body with the blower. She mumbled something about an ‘old-fashioned bath towel’ and that they needed a ‘Jacuzzi’ next time they had shower sex. Tralec entered the chamber with a large smile on his face just as Troy finished dressing himself.

  “What have you two been doing? Skylar! Your bruises!” Tralec gently grasped her chin in his hand and tilted her head so he could look at her.

  “It’s the cleansing solution,” Troy said. “It works to heal her surface injuries.”

  “Her tissue is more delicate than ours, so it probably penetrates better. Excellent. We need to get you something else to wear, though. Perhaps you can go through the items I found?”

  “Okay. Kiss me first,” Skylar demanded, holding her arms up to the giant.

  Tralec smiled and lifted her, covering her mouth with his own. “I’m next,” he purred into her neck.

  “Just give me a few minutes to recover and then I am all yours,” Skylar giggled.

  * * *

  “You boys have worn me out,” Skylar panted, her body covered with sweat after Tralec’s torrid and unrestrained lovemaking. She turned her head to look at him, lying on his side next to her on the air bunk. “Do you have a real bed at home, or are we going to be forever cramped?”

  “We both have very large beds and gravity adjusters. You will enjoy them,” Tralec said, reaching to curl a stray piece of hair in his fingers.

  “What is a gravity adjuster?”

  “It is a device that allows us to either stay solid against the mattress or float at various gravity levels. It is meant for healthy resting since we do not use the gas in our regular sleep patterns.”

  “Are you actually telling me that we can fuck while floating in mid-air? Awesome!”

  “I do not care for that word. It is… crude.”

  “Don’t be such an old grump. Where are you going?”

  “I have work to complete, and you need to find something to wear. You cannot prance around naked.”

  “Why not?” Skylar asked, sliding off the bunk.

  “Because I said so. Go find Troy and let him help you,” Tralec said, dismissing her with a playfully sharp smack to her bare bottom.

  Skylar giggled as she trotted to the bridge where Troy sat at the console, staring at the stars. She crawled onto his lap.

  “Where are your clothes, little one?”

  “Gotta go through the crap Tralec brought. Where is it?”

  “Secured in the cabinet. Would you like some help?”

  “Sure!” Skylar said cheerfully, spreading a thin blanket on the floor and sitting on top of it while Troy gathered the box of clothing and toys. She shook her head as she sifted through the items. Tralec had grabbed several infant onesies off a clothesline, procured a ‘suitcase’ of Barbie doll clothes and a bag of various doll clothes that were covered in lace and soft fabric.

  “I like this,” Troy announced, holding up a little blue dress with a white bib.

  “I don’t think so. None of these clothes are age-appropriate. The Barbie stuff is cute, but unless you guys want me to dress like a skank, we need to think of something different. Tralec! Didn’t you see anything that looked like pants? Or shoes other than baby slippers? Miss Barbie here has nothing but fuck-me heels.”

  “I said I don’t care for that word. Put that yellow checkered dress in the synthesizer and make one your size.”

  “The jumper with ducks on it? Seriously, Tralec…”

  “Skylar,” Troy tapped her knee, “Daddy gets very upset if he has to repeat himself. Just mind him.”

  “I thought we were going to let go of the Daddy/Papa thing once we started to fu… have sex.”

  “We both prefer those terms from you. They are unique and belong only to us. You also seem to relax when you are in that mode and do not fight us as much,” Tralec informed her. “Unless you want one of us to redden that little backside of yours, you will do as you are told and reproduce that item of clothing in your size.”

  “I don’t know how,” Skylar pouted.

  “Hand it over,” Troy said, holding out his palm. “Stand next to the machine and let me get your measurements and make the adjustments.”

  Skylar fidgeted with boredom as Troy proceeded with the programming. He placed the tiny jumper inside the cylinder and turned to the girl.

  “Would you like a different color or material density?”

  “I like purple best and super soft fabric.” She pouted some more, trying not to appear interested as he grabbed the bar and mentally directed the reproduction.

  “Um,” Skylar said, holding the item that came out of the machine up to her body. “Is the machine broken?”

  Tralec stifled a chuckle and Troy grunted. “Give me a chance to learn about your colors and fabrics. I am not a tailor.”

  “Obviously. Can I try?”

  “No. I do not want you using the machinery until you can learn to control your impulses,” Tralec said firmly.

  “Please? What kind of damage can I cause? Especially after this, uh, endeavor.”

  “It isn’t that bad,” Troy argued.

  “Except that it is baby-shit yellow, the seams aren’t aligned, and the fabric feels like burlap. It is both ugly and uncomfortable. Sorry.”

  “Okay, I admit that it is horrendous. Let her try. Maybe then she can see how hard this is.”

  Tralec hesitated. “I do not want her to be comfortable with the control. If she is, she might attempt to use
a shifter again.”

  Skylar’s heart sank as she was reminded of her recent betrayal, intentional or not. She stared at the floor, shame causing her to blush.

  “I will lock the shifters so she cannot touch them. She needs to learn to function in our world, and all our machinery is mind-activated. She might need to learn to feed herself and perform other chores that require a device. This is harmless.”

  Tralec shook his head before waving his hand with permission. He crossed his arms as Skylar was called to Troy’s side and instructed in the basics of the device. She looked over at him with hesitancy.

  “Go on, child. You can do it,” Tralec encouraged, with some reluctance evident in his voice.

  Skylar sighed and placed her tiny hand on the flat plate that Troy extended from the unit.

  “Focus, baby… the color and texture you want. Don’t get distracted by anything except this. When you are ready, press the plate with your right thumb and hold it until you hear the machine turn off. Don’t be afraid. The worst that can happen is your dress will be uglier than mine.”

  Skylar closed her eyes, her mind straining to focus on the most beautiful color purple she had ever seen. She had been five years old and was walking through town with her grandmother. There had been a window display, showing off glittering jewels against a velvet background. The jewels had looked like snowflakes on the fabric, and she remembered having never seen anything more beautiful in her life. Except the stars outside the cruiser… Focus! Skylar scolded herself. That fabric looked like something royalty would wear, the iridescent hues glimmering under the overhead light. The velvet looked soft and warm, and she wanted to wrap her cold little body in it like a cocoon. Slowly, she pressed the trigger and held her breath.

  “Is this what you wanted, baby?” Troy asked, pulling the dress out of the cylinder and holding it up to her.

  “It’s perfect! I mean, the color and the fabric… I did it!” Skylar said excitedly, slipping the dress over her head.

  “You certainly did. It fits well, too. Okay, now make something to keep your legs warm. What are these?”

  “Tights. I would rather not…”

  “Put them into the unit and reproduce them.”

  With a sigh, Skylar obeyed. Defiance led her in the direction of producing black fishnets, which Tralec immediately shot down as being ‘too much.’

  “Too much? Too much of what?” Skylar demanded with a scowl.

  “You are not wearing them. Repeat the exercise.”

  “I don’t want to. I like these and… Hey! Put me down!” Skylar yelped as Tralec swooped her into his arms and across his lap. He lifted the hem from her naked backend and sharply struck the cheeks of her bottom. Skylar arched her back and yowled, but that did not prevent Tralec from spanking her again. And again.

  “I’m sorry! I won’t argue anymore! Owie!” she cried out, unsuccessfully fighting back the tears. “Tralec, that hurts! You spank as hard as Troy! Oh God… Stop!”

  “I am developing an idea of how little girls should be dressed accordingly to the descriptions in your manuals and the images I have seen from your planet’s data banks. When I tell you something, I will not be repeating myself, nor will I explain myself if I chose not to.” He spanked her again. “It is very clear that you need firm and consistent guidance, and I intend to provide that.”

  “Owwwie! Pleeeeease stop. You are hurting me!”

  “Further,” Tralec continued, his hard hand not pausing for a moment as it turned her tiny bottom several shades of scarlet, “you will be spanked anytime you forget to address us properly. Understood?”

  “Yessssss, sir, Daddy!”

  “Finally, when I am teaching you something, I will be viewing you like I would a new research assistant under my instruction.”

  “Tralec,” Troy intervened. “Not that…”

  “Yes, that,” Tralec smacked Skylar’s bottom four more times, satisfied that she finally began to cry freely. “She will have strict rules to follow and there will be very little leniency. I will expect her to study and practice her skills and be prepared any time I quiz her. I intend to keep her little mind and body so busy that she won’t have time to argue or get herself into mischief. I suggest you do the same.”

  “Owwwww!” Skylar sobbed, scissoring her legs as Tralec’s series of harsh spanks splattered across the tops of her thighs. “I’ll be gooooooood!”

  “Yes, you will,” Tralec stated, pulling her to her feet and pushing her in the direction of the synthesizer. “Now produce those tights.”

  “Yes, sir,” Skylar sobbed, hobbling over to the machine and placing her shaking hand on the plate. Despite her pain-filled sniffles, she was able to duplicate a nearly perfect pair of tights.

  “These will do just fine, don’t you think?” Troy stated, holding them up for Tralec to see.

  “Yes. Skylar, put these on, and no more arguing with me.”

  “Yes, sir,” Skylar whimpered, obeying. She winced as the snug material of the tights rubbed roughly against her bare, inflamed skin.

  He turned her to face him. “School for you starts tomorrow, but your life lessons will start right now. To the corner.”

  Chapter Nine

  “You are so mean,” Skylar complained, her nose in the corner for the third time the following day.

  “It would behoove you to remember that next time you decide to hide from me, young lady,” Tralec rebuked, tapping his foot. “When I tell you to be ready for lessons, that does not mean hiding in the supply cabinet. Didn’t you think I would find you eventually?”

  “Yeah, but I thought it would take a while,” Skylar pouted, kicking the wall.

  “I don’t understand, pumpkin,” Troy said, crossing his right leg over his left knee. “Why are you trying to avoid your studies? You said you enjoy learning new things.”

  “I do, but this stuff is hard!”

  “Stop kicking the wall of my ship. It did not do anything to hurt you.”

  “I’m bored and don’t want to learn math. I loooooathe math.” Skylar banged her forehead against the wall.

  “You need math to learn how to work our currency. You need to learn our language to communicate effectively. You need to learn our rules so that you don’t get yourself into serious trouble. Like it or not, you have much to accomplish, and I wish you to have a strong start before we land in two more solar-days.”

  “What if I just lock myself in your house and don’t go anywhere?”

  “We do not have locks, and we reside in a community unit in the science section of the city. Now, let’s go through our societal rules. You don’t have to memorize them verbatim, but at least try to understand what they mean,” Tralec suggested.

  “I don’t wanna.” Skylar stomped her foot.

  “This is why I am not a mentor,” Tralec growled. “My patience level is severely limited.”

  “Relax, Tralec. Skylar, cooperate with us or you will be spending the rest of the day with your nose in the corner. Is that what you want?”

  “You’re mean.”

  “Of course I am,” Troy chuckled. “Rule #1: Respect all life forms, Calipi born and unborn, animal, insect, marine, and vegetable. What does that mean to you?”

  “Trooooooy…”

  “Daddy warned you about how to address us. Now, stop your whining, baby girl. Answer me,” Troy said lightly.

  “Can I leave the corner?”

  “No, you may not. Respond.”

  Skylar snarled, kicking the wall again. “It means that I am expected to be nice and treat everything with civility.”

  “Very good. Is that a difficult thing for you to do?”

  “No, sir,” Skylar grumbled.

  “Rule #2: we are not to disturb the lives and peace of others through disorderly and aggressive behavior,” Troy grinned, eyeing Tralec.

  “This should be good,” Tralec sighed. “Especially since Papa has been embracing the human emotional state and practicing rebellion against this rule.�
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  “It’s a rule, not a law, brother. And laughter is neither disorderly nor aggressive.”

  “Can I sit down?” Skylar asked.

  “No!” both men snapped.

  “So you think that having humor and joy is destructive?” Troy asked.

  “I think it has the potential to be.”

  Skylar rolled her eyes as the two debated the second societal rule. Annoyed, she spoke up. “Will you two shut the fuck up? There is nothing wrong with laughing as long as you don’t make an ass out of yourself or do it when it’s inappropriate. For God’s sake, let it go!”

  The men stared at her in disbelief. Tralec finally cleared his throat.

  “It appears that she understands the rule after all. No more swearing, Skylar. You may sit down now.”

  “You both are total jerks, you know. This crap is common sense.”

  “When we land, you will be surrounded by a race that has never seen a human before and whose knowledge is limited to your planet’s governmental structure and not the people. You will be the spokesman for your species, the example of what your people are like. Don’t you want to show them that you are something special?”

  “I suppose,” Skylar frowned, looking down at her hands.

  “There will be things that you won’t understand and might disagree with. Along with respecting one another, we also make an effort to practice Rule #3: not to criticize the behavior of others, nor to interfere in their lives or force an opinion upon them. It is considered rude to confront someone in the presence of anyone who has not been involved in the offense. We also present the issue in a questioning format, rather than in confrontation. I suspect this rule will be the most difficult one for you,” Tralec said, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at her.

  “Are you saying I’m judgmental?”

  “No, but you are opinionated and don’t always filter your words. Calling us jerks and assholes because you don’t get your way is disrespectful and critical. Our people offend easily if they are slapped with negative comments about their choices. Just remember that, okay?”